Ning An's Wild Wish System

"Fifty-year-old Calming Palace Bezoar Pill right from the get-go, guaranteed to snatch a scam artist from King Yama’s hands even if he’s hanging by a thread."

The scam artist was utterly devastated by all this, completely shot down!

Though he hasn’t been in this business for a full decade, he’s considered a veteran.

While working this job, he’s had all sorts of thoughts, but never once like this time, wishing he could hang up the phone immediately...

Isn’t this just bullying?

If it weren’t for the boss not allowing them to hang up first, he would’ve done it ages ago!

The person on the other end is definitely something else—not human, just pure madness!

"This is the xx police department speaking, please stop your sales pitch! Cooperate with our investigation!"

The scam artist was pushed to his limits and unleashed his ultimate attack.

Clearly, the phrase "police department" carries a lot of weight.

As soon as these words were uttered, the air went dead silent.

This time, it was the salesperson’s turn to be dumbfounded.

Police department?

That’s impossible!

The phone numbers they get as salespeople never include any official agencies’!

He’d bet his life on it!

But just a bit of thinking, and he realized the person on the other end didn’t want to listen to him anymore, just made up an identity to bluff him.

Thinking of this, the salesperson couldn’t help but respond with sarcasm, "Sir, if you don’t want to hear me out, you can hang up, there’s no need for theatrics."

"If you’re really from the police, then I must be the monkeys doing the scams."

That sentence instantly shattered the scam artist’s composure.

His disguise was torn off immediately, and he started spewing expletives.

"F**k your mother! I’ve tolerated you long enough, I said no, no, yet you keep pushing the sales, your f**king sales!"

Sure enough, madness ensued on both ends of the phone line, with curses revolving around each other’s mothers as the epicenter, involving all sorts of relatives, descended into a furious exchange.

Ning An witnessed this scene and quickly took both phones to the side.

The live-streaming audience had been deeply engrossed, only to find the audio suddenly cut out.

Looking up, they saw Ning An had taken the two electronic crickets away, prompting some grumbles.

"Hey, Brother Sect Leader, I was really into it, why’d you take them away? Put them back!"

"Obviously, those two were swearing too much, I figure if we let this go on, even Brother Sect Leader’s stream would get shut down with tears by the moderator."

"I’m dying of laughter! The electronic crickets are getting embarrassed and attacking each other’s weak spots."

"Given the current situation, even if Brother Sect Leader forcibly hangs up, those two would likely call back to settle the score."

"Hahahahaha, when an argument gets heated, it’s always like this, and if someone slips up with their words or speaks too slowly, not only is the family lineage at risk, but the mom’s fate is sealed."

"..."

The live-stream was filled with laughter and everyone seemed quite content with the electronic crickets’ performance.

After a while, Ning An hummed a little tune as he returned to his seat, saying, "By now, both mothers should be dead, and the grandfathers are almost done too, next it’ll be down to the coffin boards."

Sauntering back, Ning An picked up his cup of tea and took a satisfied sip.

Live-stream audience: ???

"Wait, what the heck! Old Deng, you mean you’re hogging the good stuff for yourself and not letting us see, really breaking us down here!"

"Cracking up! Brother Sect Leader, that’s so mean, I was just thinking of becoming a fan, but now I can only turn away in frustration!"

"I’m fuming, not saying anymore, armor up with love!"

"..."

Just as the live-stream audience was fuming in embarrassed anger, Ning An gave a slight smile: "Don’t worry, I never said you couldn’t continue with your entertainment."

The live-stream audience was left puzzled.

"What do you mean? I don’t get it, what’s Brother Sect Leader up to?"

"We’ve reached this point—both sides have already argued so much that their mothers are gone, what more could there be to enjoy? Surely it can’t mean resurrecting the mothers?"

"Well... maybe it could?"

"..."

Ning An smiled slightly and put the live-stream on the background while enabling the screen-sharing feature.

The live-stream audience was even more baffled.

"What? What’s going on?"

"No idea, I’m as confused as you, been watching streams for years, and it’s the first time seeing Brother Sect Leader putting the stream on a shared interface in the background."

"Stop sending comments, they’re too annoying, just relax and wait for the good stuff, won’t you?"

"Quick, look, what is Brother Sect Leader searching for?"

Instantly, everyone’s attention was drawn over.

On the screen, a search command left everyone baffled.

Car crash sound effects!

What on earth is that?

At first glance, the live-stream audience didn’t know what to make of the search keyword.

But soon after, when Ning An brought both phones back to the live-stream setup, all the audience went wild.

"Whoa! Is this cheeky move what I think it is?"

"This is too cheeky, too good at stirring things up!"

"Brother Sect Leader, with your talent in stirring things up, why even bother being a Daoist? You’ll make me cry!"

"..."

Amidst the mixed noises from the audience, the car crash video sound effects went live.

In an instant, the sound of the car crash overshadowed all other noise.

Whether it was the bickering individuals on the phone or the live-stream audience’s earpieces, they were all drowned out by the sound.

Screams of bystanders, screeching tires, or the crunching of car bodies, all sounded so vividly realistic, one could say identical.

With heart-rending screams, the collision noises came to a halt.